April 1st, 2009 |
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Volume V: Antiheroes
A jampacked Babahogs played host to the fifth outing of Telltales on the 31 March and what an outing. We had a cross dressing Cornishman, a relationship going up in flames, a dirty bomb or two and a man from mars. And who could forget Maisie… We’ve uploaded all the work from our writers who […]
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April 1st, 2009 |
published in
Volume V: Antiheroes
I am in a small, plain room.. On one side of the room is a window. There are metal bars on the outside. Beyond that I see a wall. On the opposite wall there is a large mirror. I see myself sitting in a chair. I do not look comfortable; yet feel no discomfort. I […]
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April 1st, 2009 |
published in
Volume V: Antiheroes
“If, on your way to work, you saw a child drowning in a pond, would you walk on, or stand by, refusing to get in to the water to save that child, because by doing so, you would ruin your new shoes?” I glance at my Uggs, and continue to read: “According to UNICEF nearly […]
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April 1st, 2009 |
published in
Volume V: Antiheroes
It used to be a kiss. The last thing he did before he left the house. I would look up at him from my seat, fanning myself with a book, and he would cushion my head in his hand, bend down and touch his lips to mine. Our eyes would be open. Then I’d watch […]
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April 1st, 2009 |
published in
Volume V: Antiheroes
Here’s to the secret of my success! Am I a rich man? What, are you mad? Have I led the field in science or art? No, can’t say I have. Have I scored the winning try for Cornwall? I wish I could say so but it would be a lie. No, my success is with […]
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